10 Years Later

Lexi finished typing an email and hit send. She ran her eyes down her to do list and smiled. It had been a very productive day. Not that it mattered. Kurt would add plenty of new things, especially since he had a conference call with the Paris office scheduled for tomorrow. At least she was caught up for now.

She glanced at the clock. 3:45 pm. She stood up, stretched and walked down the hall to the kitchen. She fixed a cup of tea and placed it on a tray. She was walking back towards Kurt's office when Samantha came flying down the hallway.

"Shit! I am so freaking late." Lexi quickly put the tray down to grab the coat and designer bag Samantha was pushing at her.

"Is he still in with the retail team?"

"Yes, but they should be about done."

"Dammit. Don't these stupid schools realize that women work? Why the hell they insist on having these events in the middle of the day is beyond me."

"How did she do?"

Samantha immediately stopped rushing as a huge smile spread across her face. "She came in second. She was the only girl to place. What kind of statement is it that in this day and age, only one girl places in the school science fair? The entire thing was probably rigged. They just know not to fuck with my daughter. Her mother is a bitch."

Lexi laughed and urged Samantha towards Kurt's office. "Go on before you miss the entire thing."

Samantha clicked her way down the hall and quietly entered Kurt's office.

Kurt was standing in the middle of the room, his eyes darting from one panel to the next in no particular order. The retail team waited in hushed silence. After a few minutes, he began to move quickly from panel to panel. A young intern hopped behind him, placing sticky notes where appropriate.

"Yes, yes, no, no, yes, no, hell to the no, yes." Kurt stopped to survey a mauve skirt. "This hemline is too long. We aren't dressing the Amish. Of course, I wish they would let me dress them. Shorten this by five inches and then yes. No, no, yes, yes, yes...what the hell!" Kurt stopped in front of a hideous green shirt with rows of squares running all over it. He spun around on his heel and surveyed the room.

"Who thought this made sense?"

Everyone turned to stare at a slight young man trying desperately to hide behind a flip chart. Kurt softened his tone when he saw it was Jacob, a new graduate who had just joined the team a month ago. Kurt had questioned his odd portfolio, but Lake was sure he had talent. He just needed direction.

"Jacob, why don't you check in with Lexi about my schedule and let's plan to have lunch next week. Be prepared to take notes. Topic: The Use of Shape in Modern Design."

Jacob nodded gratefully. He was prepared to be sliced to bits in front of everyone. Kurt had a reputation. Kind and generous, but also demanding of perfection. He could be a cold, cutting, bitch who did not suffer fools lightly.

Kurt finished off the selections with a, "yes, yes, no, no, never, yes," thanked everyone and dismissed the team. He smiled at Samantha.

"Nice of you to join us. How did she do?"

"Second place. Only girl to place in the entire competition."

"Did you text Blaine?"

"Right after I sent a text to Ryan. Kaitlin is going to hate having two fathers when she's ready to start dating. Sorry I was late."

"You were doing something far more important. It's not a problem. Your children come first."

Lexi walked in with Kurt's tea. "Can I get you something, Samantha?"

"A diet coke would be awesome. Thank you. So, are we still on for the Paris conference call in the morning?"

Kurt frowned. "Yes. 9:00 am."

Samantha noticed his frown. "You really think Monique is going to step down?"

Kurt nodded sadly. "Yes, not that I blame her. She's pregnant with baby number four. Four kids is a lot of work and Etienne is always flying around the world on photo shoots. She doesn't like the idea of the kids seeing more of the nanny than her."

Samantha scoffed. "Welcome to my life."

Kurt smirked. "You could always quit. I'll give your job to Lake."

"Never."

Lexi returned with the diet coke. When she left Samantha stood up and closed the door completely. Kurt arched an eyebrow. Uh oh.

"Listen. I hate to bring this up, but I thought I should warn you. Ryan is making noises again about joining the firm."

Kurt made a face. "Are you serious? Still? After all this time? I thought he liked Baker, Daniel and McMillian."

Samantha sighed heavily and looked down into her coke can.

"He does, but...try to understand, Kurt. He feels foolish when people learn he's an attorney, he's married to me, but doesn't work at Huntel Anderson. It's awkward."

"But Samantha, it's been years. I find it hard to believe anyone cares."

"He cares. He feels shut out. He feels like none of you have ever accepted him and it's hard for him."

"You know I don't get involved with Blaine and the firm. He stays out of my closet and I stay out of his court room."

"I know, I know, and I'm not asking you to do anything. I just wanted to give you a heads up that Ryan might ask Blaine for a meeting. Of course...maybe...you could encourage Blaine to meet with him? Suggest he do it out of respect for Mike?"

"Out of respect for Mike?" Kurt rolled his eyes. That argument made no sense. First of all, Mike never went into the office anymore. He had finally made things official with Allison. He didn't want to get married, but she had moved in with him and he had made arrangements in his will for her to receive a sizable sum of money upon his death. She would be well taken care of as if she were his wife. The two spent their days traveling and doing charity work on behalf of the firm. Second, Mike didn't dislike Ryan, but he would never insist Blaine hire him.

"Fine. Out of respect for me and the fact that Kaitlin adores her Uncle Blaine."

"Something that drives Ryan crazy."

"Please, Kurt? Please?"

"I can't promise you anything. You know Blaine."

Samantha brightened. "I know, I know. Just a little encouragement. That's all I ask."

Kurt nodded. He was about to break one of their rules regarding meddling in each others business affairs. Maybe Blaine would punish him. They hadn't had a good punishment session in a while...

Samantha stared at Kurt as he drifted off into a daydream. Kurt's skin was smooth and radiant. His hair was thick, full and perfectly styled as always. His eyes were bright and still had a touch of innocence. Samantha was irritated.

"What the hell is your secret?"

"What?"

"What's your secret? Why is it that you and Blaine don't look a day over 25? It's like you guys don't age."

Kurt laughed, but he was a bit self-conscious. He never thought he would ever worry about looking too young, but Samantha was right. It was as if he and Blaine had stopped aging at 25. Blaine claimed it was the darkness. The darkness kept them young and strong. Kurt liked to think it was his moisturizing routine and yoga three times a week.

"I remain youthful and beautiful because I drink tea while you drink chemicals." Kurt motioned towards her coke can.

"Hmph. Whatever. Blaine drinks soda."

"He also plays tennis three times a week. Anyway what are you worried about? You look gorgeous. No one would think you were a day over 27."

Samantha smiled. "I love you for that."

She stood up, kissed him on the cheek and squeezed his hand. "Thanks, Kurt. I appreciate your willingness to help with Ryan."

"No promises and I'm not willing. But for you...only for you."

Samantha smiled and left. Kurt sighed. After all these years, why on earth did Ryan still want to work for Blaine? He had to know Blaine would make his life miserable.

x-x-x

While Kurt and Samantha were chatting, Lexi returned to her desk, answered emails, reviewed Kurt's schedule for the following week and then dialed the private number.

"Huntel Anderson, Alex speaking."

"Seriously, is there a reason why you answer the phone like that? Only two people in the world have this private number and only one of them uses it. Me."

"Well, I don't know what kind of unprofessional organization you're running over there in fashion land, but here at Huntel Anderson, we are always professional, always on time and always the smartest ones in the room."

"You are morphing into a mini-Blaine."

"And the problem with that is?"

"You have a man crush on your boss."

"Yes. Yes I do, and I'm totally owning it."

"All right fanboy, what's the report?"

"He's had a good day. He got the continuance he asked for in the Baker-Toller case and is inches away from an agreement in the Walker Industries mess. Oh, heads up, he asked about the weather in Connecticut this weekend."

Lexi scribbled down the Blaine Report, and made a note to call Hank in Connecticut to make sure the house was ready.

"Estimated departure?"

"Probably 6:00 pm."

"Okay. Anything else?"

Yes. I'm in love with you but too scared to ask you out.

"No, I think that's it."

"Okay. Until tomorrow."

"Bye Lexi."

Alex hung up the phone and sighed. Why was he such a chicken shit when it came to women? He didn't have time to ponder an answer. Blaine's door opened and he stepped out with a client. Alex stood up.

"Thanks for everything, Blaine. I'm extremely grateful."

"Hey, that's what I'm here for. I appreciate your business."

"You're worth every penny. Please give my regards to Mike."

"Of course. Thanks Frank. Alex will see you out. Take care."

Blaine walked back into his spacious office and sat down. He made a few final notes regarding Frank's case and sent a billing report to finance. That was always his favorite part of closing a case. Getting paid. Happy clients paid quickly and rarely questioned the amount.

Blaine's eyes drifted to the photo of Kurt on his desk.

Was it really possible that he loved Kurt more today than yesterday?

Was it possible to be completely consumed by love for someone to the point that nothing else mattered?

Yes.

Kurt remained Blaine's one true obsession. His addiction. Over the years their love had grown stronger, more passionate and intense, but maturity had also brought understanding and patience. The darkness flowing through Blaine still demanded dominance and control over Kurt, but Kurt had fully realized just how powerful he was. He remained obedient, submissive and completely enslaved, but he also knew exactly what to do and say to keep Blaine calm, the darkness completely under control and him able to run his company and come and go as he pleased.

Their years of hard work had paid off and they were finally starting to really enjoy themselves. They hosted dinner parties, spent time with friends, attended Broadway shows and traveled when their schedules allowed; but their favorite thing to do was to just spend time together. Picnics in the park, gardening in Connecticut, slow dancing in their living room, laughing, talking, loving one another. Their sex life remained hot and intense, flowing from saccharine sweet to punishingly brutal, but still always perfect. Above all they remained in love. A mad, crazy, passionate, intense, obsessive, devoted, unbreakable, almost indescribable love that grew impossibly deeper and stronger with every passing year.

Blaine pulled his eyes away from the photo as Alex appeared in his doorway, iPad in hand.

"We're definitely going to Connecticut this weekend. Make sure my schedule is clear tomorrow afternoon and check with Lexi about Kurt's schedule. I want to leave at 3:00 pm."

"Which car?"

Blaine sat back to think. Kurt's Porsche Cayenne Turbo was already at the Connecticut house, so they had something to haul groceries and flowers in. He could go with the two seater.

"The Aston Martin."

Alex nodded. Awesome. Blaine leaving early tomorrow meant his weekend would start early too. Not that he had anything to do. He really should man up and ask Lexi out.

"Anything else?"

"No. That's all. Thanks Alex."

x-x-x

At 4:30 pm Lexi walked into Kurt's office. She always gave him the Blaine Report at 4:30 pm. Kurt liked knowing Blaine's mood before he arrived home.

"So how's my husband today?"

"Good. Continuance in the Baker-Toller case, almost at agreement in the Walker Industries case, and you're probably going to Connecticut this weekend."

Kurt looked outside and nodded. He had expected as much. Once it was warm, Blaine liked to spend their weekends in Connecticut. They had both discovered a love of gardening. Every summer their yard was the best on the block. Plus going to Connecticut gave Blaine a chance to drive one of his three cars.

"Call Hank and make sure everything is ready and place an order to Baker's Butcher Shop. I'll pick it up once we arrive."

"Already done. Blaine will be leaving at 6:00 pm this evening. Do you want Jules to pick you up at 5:30 pm?"

"Yes. I'll meet him out front."

"Okay. Anything else?"

Kurt smiled. "No. Thanks Lexi. For everything."

Kurt nodded to the doorman as he entered the building. He looked through the mail as he rode up their private elevator to the 30th floor. He stepped out and into the home he shared with his husband and master.

He stopped in the hallway to slide off his boots and hang his bag on the hook before heading to the kitchen.

"Hello Marta."

"Good evening Mr. Kurt. How was your day?"

All these years and they still couldn't get her to drop the mister.

"Kurt, Marta. No mister. Just Kurt. And my day was good. As soon as I take a shower and change I'll take over and you can head home."

"I'm happy to stay and serve dinner."

"No, no that's not necessary." Kurt sniffed the air. "Did you put a pinch of oregano in..." He trailed off as Marta shot him a fierce glare. He smiled. "Of course you did. I'll go take that shower now." He turned to leave and then stopped.

"Oh, there's no need for you to come in tomorrow. We're going to Connecticut. Your pay is on the front table."

"Thank you."

Kurt headed to the bedroom. He undressed, took a shower and put on boxers, a pair of NYU sweat pants and a t-shirt. He picked up a key from a small crystal bowl on his dresser and walked over to Blaine's dresser. He unlocked a beautiful cherry wood jewelry box and took out a pair of velvet lined, silver shackles. He placed the key on top of the jewelry box and sat down on the bed to place the shackles around his ankles. The one for his left ankle was beautifully engraved with the word Slave The one for the right ankle said Property of Blaine.

He went back to the kitchen. Marta told him how much longer each dish needed to cook before heading to the front hall to get her coat and paycheck. She opened the envelope and looked at her check in confusion. She headed back to the kitchen.

"Um, Mr. Kurt?"

"Yes?" Kurt tried to hide his smile

"You overpaid me by $500."

Kurt grinned at her. "No, I didn't. Isn't Lauren coming home this weekend? Use that money to go out to dinner and buy her a few things she needs for school."

Marta's eyes filled up with tears. "I...I can't accept this. You and Mr. Blaine...you already pay her tuition...I...I can't...it's too much."

Kurt took her hand and smiled. "No, it's not. You are priceless to us and we are very proud of Lauren. Take the money and have a fun weekend with your daughter."

Marta threw her arms around Kurt's neck and sobbed. "Thank you. You are so kind. Always too kind."

Kurt hugged her back. "And you are wonderful. Now go. Have a great weekend."

x-x-x

Blaine quietly entered the penthouse and leaned against the front door. Mmm. The smells coming from the kitchen were delicious. He glanced at the closet and saw that Marta's coat and purse were gone. Excellent. His beautiful Kurt was home. Blaine took off his shoes and jacket, loosened his tie and quietly walked towards the kitchen. He didn't go in, preferring to peer around the corner and watch Kurt.

Once Marta left, Kurt removed his sweatpants. He stood by the stove in just boxers and a t-shirt. Blaine's eyes traveled down his body, resting on the silver ankle shackles. His cock twitched. He stood there for a few minutes, watching Kurt move around the kitchen, humming "One Hand, One Heart" from West Side Story. Even after all these years, Blaine never tired of watching Kurt. He could stare at Kurt all day.

He walked to the bedroom, undressed, showered and threw on boxers and a t-shirt before returning to the kitchen. Kurt was setting the table.

"Hey."

"Hello master. How was your day?"

"Good. Better now that I'm home with you."

Kurt smiled as Blaine wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed him.

"Connecticut this weekend?"

"Yes. Oh, I'd better warn you. We've been invited to a dinner party at the Graysons. I said we'd attend."

Kurt sighed. Elyse and Bernard Grayson were their neighbors in Connecticut. Bernard Grayson was a noted, semi-retired heart surgeon while his wife was an annoying, but mostly well-meaning society wife. They loved inviting Kurt and Blaine to their dinner parties because they felt cool and hip having a young, married gay couple attend. Elyse loved the slight shock factor of introducing them to their older, more conservative friends. Kurt and Blaine continued to accept their invitations because the other guests were always worth meeting. Kurt had arranged two private showings and earned a small fortune from women he met through Elyse, while Blaine had brought in two new clients for the firm.

Over dinner they chatted about their day and discussed what flowers they wanted to plant this year. Blaine helped Kurt clean the kitchen and then they settled in the bedroom. Kurt began packing their things for Connecticut while Blaine stretched out on the loveseat, listening to Kurt chatting about everything and nothing. His mind started wandering until something Kurt said jarred him back to the present.

"Wait? What did you just say?"

"Samantha said you should expect a call from Ryan. Apparently he's interested in seeing if there's an opportunity for him to...um...help you."

"Help me do what?"

"The firm. Help the firm."

Blaine's eyes darkened. "Help the firm, how?"

Kurt sighed. "He wants to work at the firm. He still feels awkward about being married to Samantha, but not working for the firm."

"Not gonna happen. I know his track record. He's worthless. Better than before, but still worthless to me."

Kurt took a deep breath. "I think you should meet with him."

"What?"

"Meet with him. Maybe there's something he could assist with."

"There's nothing I need Ryan to assist with. I have everyone I need."

"You should still talk with him." Kurt swallowed. How far would he have to push?

"I have nothing to say to him."

"I really think you should do this, Blaine. It's ridiculous that you refuse to even have a conversation with the man. After all, he is your brother-in-law. Sort of. Just have lunch with him."

Kurt said all of this with his back to Blaine. Suddenly he felt Blaine's warm breath on his neck. Kurt's body and mind responded immediately. He turned to face Blaine and slowly fell to his knees. Blaine grabbed his hair and pulled his head back.

"Are you trying to tell me how to run my firm?"

"No, master."

"Have you forgotten our rules, Kurt? I don't tell you what to do with your design house, and you don't tell me how to run my firm."

"Yes, master."

"Perhaps you need a reminder."

Kurt closed his eyes. Yes, please remind me. Please remind me hard. So, so hard.

Blaine walked over to the bed and sat down, leaning back on his hands. Their traditions remained the same. Kurt crawled to the middle of the room and waited.

"Strip."

Kurt slowly removed his clothes. Blaine ran his eyes up and down Kurt's body. Strong arms with just the right amount of muscle definition. Slender, yet firm, strong legs. Smooth, creamy, blemish free, porcelain skin. Kurt was still the most beautiful creature on earth and all his. His property. His slave.

Blaine slid off the bed and walked towards Kurt as he immediately fell to his knees and waited. Blaine's eyes darkened as he looked into Kurt's eyes, full of submission and longing. Blaine smiled evilly.

"I think tonight will be all about denial, beautiful. Just like I deny Ryan, I'm going to deny you."

Kurt trembled slightly.

Blaine took off his boxers. "Keep your mouth closed."

Kurt whimpered as Blaine rubbed the head of his cock along his lips. "You may not lick your lips." Kurt moaned as he realized what Blaine was going to deny him. Kurt had developed a full blown addiction to Blaine's cum. He didn't just loved the taste. He craved it. He had to have it on a daily basis. It was another form of control. Their addictions allowed each of them to have control over the other, creating a twisted balance within their relationship.

He ordered Kurt up on to the bed and had him kneel and grab two bars on the headboard. Blaine wrapped his control around Kurt's wrists so he couldn't let go. He connected a chain from Kurt's collar to the headboard and then connected a chain to each of Kurt's ankle shackles to a bar underneath the bed. Blaine stepped back to admire his slave.

"You look so fucking beautiful. I love you in chains."

Kurt moaned. "Please..."

"Please what, beautiful? You are welcome to beg all you want, but tonight is about denial."

Blaine removed his shirt and climbed up behind Kurt. He ran his fingers softly down his back and over his ass cheeks, pressing soft kisses to the smooth skin. He reached around and began to gently stroke Kurt's cock until he was rock hard. Then he slid on a special cockring with a chain. He attached the chain to the headboard, leaving just a bit of slack for Kurt to move. Kurt swallowed and moaned. His already oversensitive cock shifted into overdrive. He felt captive and trapped, yet so turned on. He couldn't wait for Blaine to fuck him senseless causing the chain on the cockring to pull...oh, shit.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips and held him steady. He slowly sunk his cock into his ass, causing Kurt to moan desperately. Once he was all the way in, he held very, very still, savoring the hot feeling of Kurt clinching around his cock.

"What would you like, beautiful?"

"Please...fuck me, but..."

"Yes?"

"I want you to come in my mouth."

Blaine laughed. "No beautiful. I'm not giving you either. You are going to fuck yourself."

"W-what?"

Blaine gripped Kurt's hips tighter and pushed into him hard and rough, settling further into his ass. Kurt gasped.

"Fuck yourself, beautiful."

Kurt began pushing back on to Blaine's cock. Blaine held very still and watched Kurt's ass tremble as he desperately sought the amazing sensation of Blaine's cock hitting that perfect spot. Soon he was pushing faster and harder, using the bars on the headboard as leverage. He was so close, but he couldn't come because the cockring. He started pleading.

"Please...please..."

"Yes slave?"

"I...I need...so close...uhhh..."

"You do not have permission to come."

Kurt screamed as he kept pushing his ass back on to Blaine's cock. He knew he was torturing himself, but he couldn't help it. He was trapped in hell. Pushing back felt so good, but his need to come was choking him.

"Please! Please! Oh...ugh...master..."

"Just stop fucking yourself, Kurt. All you have to do is stop. You're in control, beautiful."

But Kurt couldn't stop. He was screaming and begging incoherently. And why the fuck hadn't Blaine come yet?

Blaine kept him trapped until Kurt was shaking uncontrollably and crying for his release. Only then did Blaine place his hand on his back to still him. He reached around and slid off the ring. Kurt screamed as his orgasm exploded within his body and mind. He screamed and screamed as his cum splattered against the headboard. Blaine slid out of Kurt's ass and watched his body sag with relief and exhaustion. He eyed the cum on the headboard.

"Well, beautiful, you've made quite a mess. We can't ask Marta to clean that." He reached over and unchained Kurt's collar from the headboard. "Clean up your mess." Kurt obediently licked his cum from the headboard. Once he was done, Blaine helped him turn around and kneel under the suspension bar. Kurt reached up and grabbed the bar. Blaine wrapped his control around his wrists so he couldn't let go. He ran a chain from Kurt's collar to the bar.

Kurt focused his eyes on his master. Blaine was slowly stroking himself. Kurt eyed his cock hungrily. Oh, how he wanted that cock down his throat. He needed a drink.

"Please..."

"Yes beautiful?"

"Please...I want...I need..."

"What do you need, beautiful?"

"Your...cum...please..."

Blaine smiled, his eyes dark and evil. "Denial, beautiful. Tonight is about denial."

Kurt wailed. "Please! Please, master! Please!"

Blaine smiled and walked over to his dresser to pick up a small, crystal champagne flute. He stood in front of Kurt and began stroking himself harder. Kurt was breathing hard and sobbing. His thirst for Blaine's cum was driving him insane. He couldn't pull his eyes away from Blaine's cock, waiting for the eruption. Never before had he wanted a cock in his mouth so bad.

Blaine came with a loud moan, catching his cum in the glass. Once he recovered, he held the glass up in front of Kurt's pleading eyes.

"Want some?"

"Yes! Please! Yes!"

Blaine dipped his finger inside the glass and smeared his cum on Kurt's lips.

"Don't lick it off."

Kurt screamed with his eyes.

Blaine dipped his finger inside the glass again and smeared cum on both of Kurt's cheeks. He held the glass up in front of Kurt's face.

"To you, beautiful." Blaine licked his lips and drained the glass.

Kurt sobbed as he watched the liquid disappear down Blaine's throat.

Blaine licked his lips and smiled at Kurt. "I am delicious, but you taste better."

Blaine slowly unchained Kurt, releasing his wrists last and catching him as he collapsed. He settled them beneath the sheets before chaining Kurt to the bed and gathering him in his arms. They lay still for a few minutes before Blaine rolled Kurt on to his stomach and lovingly kissed and massaged his entire body, working his way down slowly. Kurt drifted off into a warm, relaxed sleep.

The next morning, Kurt woke up to the sound of Blaine in the shower. He sat up and stretched. He felt wonderful, but...thirsty.

Blaine walked out of the shower, a towel around his waist, a huge smile on his face.

"Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?"

Kurt slid off the bed and crawled towards him. He nuzzled his face against Blaine's crotch and then looked up at him, pleadingly. "I'm thirsty."

Blaine laughed and shook his head. "Nope. None for you. I'm making you wait. I want you thirsty for me all day."

Kurt purred and rubbed his head against Blaine's crotch again. He could feel Blaine's cock grow harder.

"Please master? Wasn't I a good boy last night?"

Blaine closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Hell yeah Kurt was a good boy last night. The way he had desperately fucked himself on his cock was amazing. The images in his head were going to fuck with him all day. He wasn't going to get any work done.

"You were an amazing boy last night, but I'm still denying you. Maybe in Connecticut."

Kurt smiled to himself. He knew how to get what he wanted.

"Please master? Your slave needs your cock. I need to taste your cum. Your cock has enslaved me just like you have, and now I need it. I need it so bad."

Blaine's eyes glazed over. Kurt tugged at the towel. Blaine let it fall and Kurt quickly swallowed his cock. Mmmm. So delicious. When he was done, Blaine stared down at Kurt, his eyes shining with love and hazy desire.

"I'm gonna make you pay for that later."

Kurt smiled at him. "I certainly hope so."

Friday afternoon Kurt changed clothes and was waiting in front of his building at exactly 3:00 pm. He sighed as he saw Blaine come barreling down the street, slamming to a stop at the curb. Blaine always drove way too fast.

"Ready to go?"

"Must you always drive like a bat out of hell?"

Blaine grinned. "I am a bat out of hell."

As he drove, Blaine started thinking.

Hell.

He really was a bat out of hell. Maybe not a bat, but definitely from hell. He glanced over at Kurt who was chatting about flowers for the garden.

"Kurt, do you believe in heaven?"

Kurt looked thoughtful. "I don't know. I like to. I like to think that's where my mother is."

Blaine nodded and kept his eyes on the road. If there was a heaven, that's where Kurt would go when he died. As for him...well he'd go to hell. He had killed three people and tortured others. A dark hell lived within him, calmed only by the heaven that was Kurt. Something as evil and full of hell as him would never gain entry into heaven.

A dirty little son of satan.

No matter what Kurt said, Blaine still struggled with the notion of being evil. It was a thought his father had planted in his head and for some reason Blaine just couldn't shake it.

Hanson, Connecticut was a small town of only a few thousand year-round residents. It was full of large, expensive homes built by New Yorkers as an escape from the city. The residents tolerated the outsiders because they brought their wallets with them. Kurt and Blaine had purchased a lovely 4-bedroom home on a quiet street of mostly weekend visitors like them. They had kept the décor simple and comfortable except for the kitchen. They remodeled the entire kitchen to be a smaller version of the one in their penthouse.

Hanson was their private getaway. They tried not to check email or go online. Instead they spent time gardening, going for walks and making love. Kurt wasn't sure why, but Blaine never fucked him in Hanson. In Hanson they only made love.

That evening they sat outside on their deck in the warm night air. The sky was full of stars. Blaine stared at Kurt who was staring at the sky. In moments like this, despite all the years behind them, Blaine was in awe of the fact that an incredible, gorgeous man like Kurt belonged to him. He knew he didn't deserve such a heavenly creature, so he was grateful. Grateful that Kurt loved him and had submitted to him all those years ago. Blaine never tired of devouring his body and his presence continued to be the one thing that made him happier than anything else in the world. Kurt truly was his heaven.

Kurt sighed contentedly. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"

"Yes, Kurt. Beautiful. Just like you." To Kurt's surprise, Blaine stood up and kneeled in front of him, taking his hands in his.

"I love you. You are the best thing in my life. You are my life. The only reason I live is for you and your love. Your love makes my life beautiful. Please...never stop loving me. Never leave me."

"I won't, Blaine. I promise. I will love you forever and even after that."

Blaine ran his tongue softly along Kurt's lips before sliding into his mouth. Kurt tangled his fingers into Blaine's hair, pulling him closer.

That night there was a sweet melancholy to their lovemaking as Blaine moved gently in and out of Kurt, hoping that with every thrust the hell within him would diminish just enough to allow him entry into heaven.

He wanted to go to heaven with Kurt.

Blaine and Kurt spent a lovely Saturday making love and mapping out their plans for the garden. They decided to wait until they had a four day weekend to buy everything they wanted to plant. Their caretaker, Hank Montgomery, stopped by to say hello and make sure everything was all right. Hank took care of all the New Yorker houses on the street. At first he had been a little put off by the idea of two gay men, but Kurt and Blaine were nicer to him than any of the other families. They were kind and respectful, always asking instead of demanding. They weren't too snobby to ask him to join them for lunch, and they always gave him the best Christmas bonus. The two gay men turned out to be his favorite couple to work for.

That evening they showered and dressed for dinner at the Graysons. Over the years Kurt had completely taken over Blaine's wardrobe. Blaine no longer shopped for himself or chose his own clothes. He wore whatever Kurt laid out for him. Tonight he was to wear a pair of dark khakis with a goldenrod yellow shirt. He eyed the shirt color suspiciously.

"Yellow?"

"It's goldenrod and it brings out your eyes. It's from the Anderson Collection."

Blaine ran his eyes over Kurt's...what was he wearing? Was that a tennis dress?

"Are you wearing a dress?"

"Of course not. It's a summer kilt ensemble. Do you like it?"

Kurt twirled around. Blaine growled a little.

"It makes me want to fuck you. Easy access." Blaine lunged at him and started attacking his neck with his mouth. Kurt giggled.

"Everything and nothing makes you want to fuck me. Do you ever get tired of sex?"

"Do you ever get tired of breathing?"

"You never fuck me in Connecticut."

Blaine laughed. "That sounds like the title of a country music song."

"It's true."

"Then let's go back to New York."

"Elyse is expecting us."

"She'll understand."

Kurt cracked up laughing. "Oh, no she won't. Although I'm sure she has engaged Bernard in several uncomfortable conversations around what gay men do in bed. Come on. You can have me later."

Blaine grinned lustfully. "Desert."

x-x-x

"Ah! Kurt and Blaine! Hello, hello! Come in, darlings! I'm so glad you could join us."

Kurt and Blaine smiled as Elyse gushed over how wonderful they looked and pushed them out on to the veranda. Kurt was pleased to see Elyse wearing an outfit from his latest collection.

"Bernie! Look who's here?"

Bernard Grayson made his way over to shake their hands.

"Welcome. Welcome. Glad you could make it. Good to see you. Good to see you."

Blaine was always amused by Bernard's habit of repeating himself. "Thank you. Thank you. Glad to be here. Glad to be here." Kurt had to suppress his giggles.

"A drink. Let's get you a drink. A drink."

Once they each had a glass of wine in hand, Elyse delighted in making introductions.

"Delores, Greg, you simply must meet our neighbors, Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel. The Anderson-Hummels. They're married. That's right. They live down the street. Together. They're married."

Kurt wondered if Elyse had any idea of just how ridiculous she sounded.

They were soon separated as the women realized exactly who Kurt was and inundated him with questions on fashion and how to look younger. Blaine engaged in a robust discussion with two businessmen on proposed mergers that were in the news. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Elyse welcoming another older couple. A few minutes later she brought the couple over.

"Joe, Don, Blaine, I'd like you all to meet Jack and Beth Harrington. Jack, Beth, this is Joe Carlye, Don Mitchell and Blaine Anderson."

Joe and Don shook Jack's hand and nodded at Beth while Blaine stood frozen.

Jack Harrington.

Jace's father.

Son of Jason and Jessica Harrington.

Blaine slowly reached out to take Jack's waiting hand. Their eyes met.

"Nice to meet you, Blaine."

Blaine nodded but said nothing. Jack's eyes were kind with a touch of deep grief. Grief Blaine was sure he played a role in causing.

As their hands touched, Jack felt it. That faint simmer of dark power that was only recognizable to those who knew to look for it. He was immediately overcome with sadness as he thought of his son. He quickly released Blaine's hand and looked into his eyes.

Blaine couldn't help it. His eyes darkened. Jack said nothing.

This entire exchange took place unnoticed by the others. Elyse herded the Harringtons over to another group of guests. Blaine searched for Kurt.

Where are you?

Over by the grill.

Kurt was holding center court with four women who were listening with rapt attention to his every word. He spotted Blaine looking distressed.

"Excuse me, ladies. I promise to return."

He quickly headed for Blaine. "What's wrong?"

"The Harringtons are here."

Kurt turned white. "What?"

Blaine realized what Kurt was thinking. "No...the other Harringtons. Jace's parents."

Kurt exhaled. "Don't scare me like that. I thought you were telling me they returned from the dead."

"Not possible, Kurt."

"How am I supposed to know that? I didn't know people could torture people with their thoughts before I met you. Did they recognize you?"

"I'm not sure. His mother didn't, but his dad...I think he sensed the darkness. I don't know. He wouldn't know what I look like, but he might know my name. We should go. Tell Elyse you don't feel well."

At that moment the bell rang for dinner. Elyse started shooing everyone in. She came over to them.

"Kurt, I've placed you next to Dorthea Mott. She's planning an around the world cruise leaving in June. I figured it would be a great opportunity for you to sell your entire summer line. The woman spends money like water. On her fourth husband, you know. She picks em well. Always rich and about to croak."

"Um, Elyse...actually..."

Blaine interrupted. "That sounds great. Thank you."

Elyse beamed and went to make sure everyone was properly seated.

"What are you doing? I thought you wanted to leave."

"No. Let's stay. If he knows who I am, I want to know. Besides I don't think he's a threat. He's not dark. I can't imagine he would try anything."

Elyse never seated husbands and wives together. More fun for everyone to get to know each other and have new conversation. Kurt was seated between Dorthea Mott and a woman named Rose. Beth Harrington was across from him. Blaine was seated between Bernie Grayson and Don Mitchell. Jack Harrington was across from him. Blaine kept up a steady conversation with Don, but every time he looked up, Jack Harrington was staring at him. His face expressionless, his eyes sadder than before.

Towards the end of dinner Blaine excused himself to use the bathroom. When he came out he spotted Jack in the living room staring at the photos on the wall. He knew he was waiting for him. He walked in.

Jack didn't turn around.

"You're very strong."

Blaine said nothing. Jack continued without turning around.

"Jace was fascinated with becoming stronger. I blame my father. And myself. My father always made him feel weak, like he wasn't good enough or strong enough because he was gay. I blame myself for not doing more to protect my son. Maybe if I had done more..."

Jack trailed off. He turned to look at Blaine.

"I know you didn't kill him. Even after we found your clothes in the freezer, I knew you didn't kill him. The week before he died he told me he had found a way to get stronger. He couldn't wait to prove to his grandfather that he wasn't a weak faggot. That he was strong and powerful like him. I told him it didn't matter. I always told him it didn't matter. He should be looking for a slave. Not trying to get stronger. Just find someone you love and who loves you. Concentrate on that. Strength doesn't matter. Love is what matters. Love will make you stronger. But he wouldn't listen. He never listened. My father...my father ruined my son. Filled his head with fears of being weak. And I...I didn't do enough...I allowed the demons my father planted to destroy my son."

Blaine stood speechless. He wasn't sure what to say. He relaxed slightly when he felt Kurt's hand slip into his.

"Jace was a good boy, he just...he was confused. I don't know what he did to you, but...I'm sorry. I'm sorry for whatever he did and...I'm sorry for what my parents did. My father. I don't blame my mother. She did what he wanted. It was my father's fault. I know...I know you had to...protect yourself. I don't blame you. I'm just sorry my family..."

Jack stopped talking, overcome by grief and guilt.

Say something.

What should I say? His son attacked me. His parents tried to kill us. He owes me a fucking apology.

Look at him, Blaine! He's devastated! He had nothing to do with this. It was his father's fault, not his.

He should have been a better father to Jace.

And James should have been a better father to you.

Blaine looked at Kurt in surprise.

He allowed his father to fill Jace's head with fears of being weak. James filled your head with fears of being evil. At least this man is apologizing. Apologizing for the actions of others and his own shortcomings. Give him some forgiveness, Blaine. It wasn't his fault. He was probably trapped between his father and his son. Two dark forces. That's a lot to navigate.

Blaine looked at Jack Harrington. He was sitting on the couch, holding his head in his hands.

Blaine was never sorry for his actions. Never. He wasn't capable of being sorry. He always felt justified. Sorry was a word he never used. He wasn't sorry Jace was dead and he wasn't sorry he killed Jason and Jessica. As for the man sitting before him...he didn't know how he felt. No, this man hadn't done anything to him, but...he was still a Harrington.

He glanced at Kurt.

He didn't want Kurt disappointed in him.

"Mr. Harrington...none of this was your fault. Your parents...your father made his own decision and he paid the price. As for Jace...I don't know what to tell you. In the end he made his own decision as well. Maybe you could have done more. I really don't know, but don't blame yourself for what happened. I don't blame you."

Jack slowly looked up at him. "My father was always a bully. In business...in our family. The only person he was kind to was my mother. He loved her, but everyone else could go to hell. He didn't really care that Jace was dead. It was just an excuse to go bully someone. A reason to commit murder. He got what he deserved. But Jace...Jace was a good boy. He was just confused."

Blaine felt slightly ill. Jace wasn't a good boy. He was a fucking rapist and a thief. Blaine looked at the grief and anguish in Jack Harrington's eyes. He couldn't tell this man the truth about his son. It would kill him.

All three were silent.

"Jack?"

Beth Harrington came into the room. She quickly walked over to her husband.

"Jack? What's wrong?"

Jack Harrington took a deep breath and stood up. "Nothing. Just chatting with these young men. I'm fine."

Beth suddenly realized Kurt and Blaine were standing there. She looked between the two of them, her eyes resting on Blaine.

"You remind me of my son." Jack took her hand.

"Yes, I was just telling him the same thing. Come dear. I'm tired. Let's thank Elyse and Bernard and go." He started pulling Beth from the room, but she kept staring at Blaine.

"You remind me of my son. I...used to have a son. He died young. He was handsome like you." She gave Blaine a small smile.

Blaine smiled back. Jack stopped and looked at Blaine.

"Thank you."

x-x-x

Kurt and Blaine walked home in silence. Blaine sat on the bed as Kurt began to undress.

"Do you think I'm going to hell?"

"What?"

"Do you think I'm going to hell? If there really is a heaven and a hell, do you think I'm going to hell?"

Kurt looked at him. Wow. Okay. Kurt kneeled in front of Blaine and took his hands in his.

"What makes you think you're going to hell?"

"I've killed people. I enjoy torturing people. I am hell."

"And what am I?"

"You're heaven. My heaven."

"And as a member of heaven, I promise to get you in."

"Kurt...you can't promise that."

"Why not? Don't you believe I'm from heaven? Sent here to take care of you? To calm the hell that lives inside you?"

Blaine stared at Kurt with a mixture of awe and confusion. Sure, Blaine had always viewed Kurt as the heaven to his hell, but he thought it was all in his head. Was it really true?

"Well, yeah, but..."

Kurt pressed his finger to Blaine's lips. "Shh. Then that's all you need to know." Kurt kissed his lips softly and stared into his eyes. "Just relax and let me be your heaven, Blaine. There's nothing to worry about. I'm your heaven. You've enslaved heaven. Of course you're getting in. Slaves don't refuse their masters entry."

Blaine was staring into Kurt's eyes with such fierce intensity that Kurt couldn't look away. Instead he leaned forward and began to aggressively kiss Blaine's mouth, pressing his lips to his and urgently seeking his tongue. He pushed Blaine back on to the bed and began grinding his erection against his. Blaine tried to flip them over, but Kurt wouldn't let him. Instead he was unbuttoning Blaine's shirt, pulling it off and then quickly pulling at his zipper to free his straining cock. Kurt trailed kisses down Blaine's chest, stopping only to pull off Blaine's pants and boxers. He took his time licking Blaine's cock from the base to the head before finally taking it into his mouth, slowly working it in and out. Blaine was moaning and gripping Kurt's hair tightly. Kurt was definitely a creature from heaven. The sensations he was creating were heavenly.

Kurt slowly pulled off Blaine's cock and scooted down a bit.

He gently pushed Blaine's legs a little further apart...

And then slowly...almost teasingly...licked his entrance.

Blaine sat up like a shot.

"What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to taste you. Please? Can I?" Kurt's eyes were pleading and full of curiosity. The dominance in Blaine was swirling. What was this leading to?

"I just wondered what you taste like."

Blaine stared into Kurt's blue-gray eyes. Denying Kurt was always hard for him, but this? This was forbidden territory. In all their years together, Kurt had never ventured past Blaine's cock. He knew better.

"All right."

Blaine lay back down and closed his eyes. Kurt started to softly run his tongue around and into Blaine's hole. Pressing in as far as he could. Blaine tried to relax and find enjoyment in this, but he couldn't. As a master he simply wasn't wired that way, and Kurt wanting to do this was riling up the dominance in Blaine. He was growing hot as the darkness raced through his body. When Kurt gently pressed the entrance with his finger, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hair, pulled him up and immediately flipped them over. Kurt looked up into Blaine's eyes and knew he was in trouble.

"Master, I..." Kurt stopped talking as the master control flowed through him. After all these years Blaine didn't even have to touch his chest. He could just look at Kurt a certain way and master control would take over his entire being.

Blaine climbed off of Kurt and Kurt immediately moved to the floor, his forehead pressed to the carpet, his wrists by his ankles. It had been awhile since Blaine had used master control. Over the years Kurt's enslavement and Blaine's control had grown stronger. Tighter. It was strange. The more freedom Blaine gave Kurt, the stronger and tighter the enslavement became. Kurt was so submissive and obedient when they were home that Blaine rarely put him under master control. The chains and shackles Kurt wore were enough to feed his dominance.

But now Blaine was worked up. How dare his slave want to venture down there. Blaine stood over Kurt, thinking. He never fucked Kurt in Connecticut. For some reason he never wanted to. They didn't even have toys here. Only Kurt's chain for bedtime. But now Blaine was feeling hot and full of desire to punish his slave. Remind him of his place.

But he really didn't want to do it here.

"Stand up, Kurt." Kurt stood up, his eyes focused on his master, waiting, wanting instructions.

"We're going to bed."

x-x-x

Blaine kept Kurt locked under master control until Sunday night. Since he hadn't put Kurt under master control in a long time, it took Kurt almost 15 minutes to completely emerge. Kurt blinked, shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Finally he was able to focus on Blaine.

Uh oh.

A fearful shiver of anticipation snaked up Kurt's back. Blaine leaned over and started sucking on his neck. This couldn't be good.

"You must be properly punished, beautiful. I didn't want to do it in Connecticut. That just wasn't the place for it. But now that we are back home I can give you what you deserve."

Blaine pulled back and stared into Kurt's eyes. "Or don't deserve."

Blaine stood up. "Wanna watch tv before we go to bed?"

What?

Kurt watched in confusion as Blaine grabbed the remote off the nightstand and hit the power button. Blaine settled on the bed and looked at Kurt expectantly. Kurt settled down next to him.

They watched tv until they were ready to go to sleep.

Blaine did not chain him to the bed.

"Master, you forgot to chain me."

"No, I didn't. Goodnight beautiful."

Kurt couldn't sleep. He missed being chained to his master's bed. He loved being chained. The chains comforted him. He glanced over at Blaine.

Blaine was asleep.

By Tuesday evening Kurt understood his punishment.

Denial.

Blaine hadn't touched him, fucked him or chained him up since they arrived home.

He was not allowed to touch himself.

He was starting to feel desperate.

Of course they had gone for days without sex in the past, but those days had ended years ago. Now the only time they went without for an extended time was during Kurt's month long stay in Paris for Fashion Week, but Kurt prepared for that. Before he left Blaine would screw him into the floor and fuck him so hard into the wall, Kurt would have to wear a special, tight t-shirt under his shirt to lessen the rub against his bruised, cut and scarred back. They would jerk off every night while talking to each other. Kurt could manage and Blaine survived. Barely.

But this was different. Blaine was right here. Ignoring him.

Purposely denying him.

Wednesday night he fell to his knees and started begging.

"Please master. Please...I need you. I need your cock."

"No. You need to be reminded that I am in control. Not you."

A week later, Kurt thought he was going to pass out from sexual frustration. He thought back to the early days when he was working 24/7 at the design house. How did he last until Sundays without sex?

Blaine didn't seem affected by their lack of sex. Of course, he was getting off on the control he was exerting over his slave. For three nights straight he jerked off in front of Kurt, catching his cum in a glass and drinking it down while Kurt begged and pleaded with him.

"Please...please let me taste you. Let me drink you. Please...please give it to me. Please..."

On Friday morning Blaine pulled out the butt plug harness.

"Come here, Kurt."

Kurt practically ran to him. Finally.

Blaine smiled at him. "Turn around."

Kurt quickly turned and leaned forward, his hands gripping Blaine's dresser. Blaine slid two fingers inside him and Kurt groaned deeply and eagerly pushed back. He couldn't wait for Blaine's cock.

Blaine pushed and twisted his fingers in Kurt's hole until Kurt was wailing and begging to be fucked.

Then he pushed the plug in and tightened the harness around Kurt's waist.

"You may get dressed now."

Kurt felt like crying. "But...aren't you going to..."

"Fill your ass with my cum? No."

Kurt was a wreck all day. He couldn't concentrate and Blaine kept fucking with him.

Don't you wish that was my cock lodged in your ass instead of a plug?

Would you like me to come over and fuck you on your desk, Kurt? Would you like to feel my cock sliding in and out of your beautiful ass while you scream loud enough for the entire office to hear you?

Please master. Never again. I'll never touch you down there again. Please...

By 2:00 pm Kurt had given up on work. He was just sitting at his desk trying to decide how badly Blaine would punish him if he jerked off. It might be worth it.

Slave?

Yes, master?

You will be waiting for me naked and on your knees tonight at 6:00 pm.

Yes, master.

Kurt buzzed Lexi. "Tell Jules to meet me out front in 15 minutes."

When Blaine entered the penthouse at 6:15 pm, he couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that Kurt had been waiting for awhile. Blaine caressed his hair as Kurt looked up at him, his eyes full of sexual desperation and desire.

Kurt crawled behind Blaine to the bedroom. Blaine told him to sit against the wall by the chair sex bar. He chained Kurt to the bar by his collar. Kurt's entire body relaxed for the first time in two weeks.

Blaine took a quick shower and tried to decide what he wanted to do to his slave. The past two weeks had been hell for him despite thoroughly enjoying watching Kurt fall apart. He loved that he could deny Kurt his cock, but Kurt could never deny him his ass. Being dark wasn't always easy, but Blaine loved being a master. Owning and loving Kurt made it all worthwhile.

He walked out of the bathroom and stared at Kurt. Kurt was sitting on his knees, his eyes a mixture of submission and lust. Blaine ran his eyes along the chain that ran from Kurt's collar to the bar. So damn hot. His cock bobbed in agreement.

"What shall I do to you, Kurt?"

Kurt knew what he really, really wanted, but he was forbidden from asking. He stared into Blaine's eyes, hoping to communicate the punishment he wanted. Blaine smiled a slow, dark, evil smile. He knew what Kurt wanted, but not yet. First he wanted to fuck his brains out.

Blaine decided to go with simple, yet brutal access to Kurt's ass. He unchained him, removed the butt plug, and made him lie on his back on the bed. He chained his wrists to the headboard and then had Kurt kick his legs back so he could chain his ankles to the headboard as well. Thank God for Kurt and Samantha's three times a week yoga class. Blaine placed a pillow under Kurt's back. He took his time sliding his fingers in and out of Kurt's hole as Kuty cried and begged. He teasingly licked at Kurt's hole before softly fucking him with his tongue. By the time he finally slid in his cock, Kurt was wailing loudly. Blaine grabbed hold of two strategically placed bars within the headboard for added leverage, and fucked him hard and smooth with strong, firm thrusts that sent streams of pleasure throughout Kurt's body. With every fuck into him, Kurt screamed like a madman and begged to come.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...please...oh holy...fuck! Please master! Please!"

Blaine's eyes were closed as he concentrated on thrusting as hard, yet smoothly as possible.

"No, beautiful. You may not come."

"Pleassseeee!"

"No."

Blaine kept thrusting until he was almost there. He reached up and quickly released the chains locking Kurt's ankles to the headboard. Kurt's legs fell to the bed as Blaine pulled out of his ass. He scooted up and shoved his cock into Kurt's mouth. Kurt choked from the sudden intrusion but recovered just as Blaine's strong, hot orgasm screamed through him. Kurt struggled to swallow the cum sliding down his throat. As the taste flowed over his tongue, Kurt lost control. His cock exploded.

Blaine stayed still for a few minutes, recovering from his powerful orgasm. It wasn't until he pulled out of Kurt's mouth and rolled off of him that he realized Kurt had come.

He lazily dragged a finger through the cum on Kurt's stomach before scooping up a little and sucking it off his finger. Kurt's heart was racing and he was struggling to breathe. He waited anxiously. Oh please, oh please...

Blaine rolled off the bed and looked down at Kurt. His wrists were still chained to the bed. His body was shining with sweat and cum. His eyes were bright and wet with submission. Blaine spoke very quietly.

"Have you been a bad slave, Kurt?"

"Yes master."

"Did you disobey?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm..."

Kurt couldn't say he was sorry. He wasn't. He was hoping this was the final straw to get him the punishment he'd been dreaming about for months.

Blaine bent down and lightly bit Kurt's nipple. Kurt hissed and closed his eyes.

"Well, beautiful, I guess I have to get cruel with you."

A bubble of joy, excitement and fear burst in Kurt's mind.

Blaine unchained him from the bed and Kurt immediately moved to the floor. Blaine linked a chain to Kurt's collar and held it like a leash. He yanked it as he walked towards the door. Kurt crawled behind, tears of joy rolling down his face.

Finally.

They went to Blaine's study. Blaine walked over to his desk and took out a key. He unlocked the door to what looked like a closet. He pushed a button inside the closet and the fake wall slid back. He pushed another button and stood back as a platform slowly slid out. Kurt almost came as he watched the platform slide forward.

A cage.

A beautiful, silver cage.

Kurt's idea.

He had spotted it while clicking around Desmond's website. It had taken him months to get Blaine to agree.

"I would think you would love this. A cage you can lock me inside whenever you want. You've always wanted me locked up in our home, unable to escape."

That was the problem.

Blaine wasn't sure he trusted himself to have a cage. A place where he could lock Kurt up, making it impossible for him to leave. Ever. Kurt would be trapped. He could lock him in the cage in the morning and leave him there all day and only let him out at night when he came home. Maybe have a timer set to unlock before Blaine arrived home and Kurt could be on his knees by the door...

No. Blaine couldn't handle having a cage.

Kurt begged. He couldn't believe Blaine's resistance. Finally Blaine confessed his concerns. Kurt laughed.

"Blaine...that would never happen. There's no way you could get away with something like that. People would be looking for me. Don't you think Samantha and Lake would demand to know where I am?"

Blaine wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. Kurt belonged to him. He could do whatever he wanted to his slave. It was no one else's business. Kurt ran his nails up and down Blaine's back and kissed his cheek.

"Oh, my beautiful, dark, powerful master. I will always belong to you and only you, but...others depend on me now just like hundreds of employees depend on you. Here, in our home, it will always be just the two of us. But we have lives outside of one another, Blaine. That's just how it is. But I promise. I will always be your willing slave. Always."

Blaine knew Kurt was right. After all, it had been years since they embarked on their careers. They had worked hard to establish a work/life, slave/master balance. But there were still days when Blaine longed to have Kurt at home. The househusband he'd always wanted.

Desmond's cock stayed hard the entire time he worked on the cage project. For a month he dreamed of Kurt locked in the cage and wished he could figure out a way to get Blaine to let him see Kurt in the cage just once. He took his time with the installation, adding special items Blaine could use to bind and torture Kurt. When it was finished, Blaine stared at it nervously. Kurt climbed inside and closed the door. Desmond's hands shook as he explained the various features to Blaine while Kurt looked on, his eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. The more Blaine stared at Kurt in the cage, the more he realized just how quickly this could get out of control. He could place Kurt under master control and make it impossible for him to ask to be let out.

"Take it out."

"What?"

"Take it out. I can't...this is dangerous."

Kurt looked at him in surprise. "Blaine, we talked about this. Don't worry. You won't lose control."

"I'm already losing control. I can't handle this."

In the end they came up with a list of rules that seemed totally twisted to Desmond. Kurt couldn't ask to be placed in the cage. Only Blaine would decide when they used it and they would use it rarely. Blaine would never place Kurt under master control while he was in the cage. Kurt looked at him in confusion.

"How am I supposed to stop you?"

Blaine was distressed. This cage was truly something out of his deepest, darkest fantasies of things he wanted to do to Kurt.

"We should get rid of this, Kurt."

The cage stayed.

Blaine could never deny him.

Because of Blaine's fears, Kurt had only been placed in the cage once. The intense rush of erotic dominance that filled Blaine scared him from using it again, much to Kurt's disappointment.

But now Blaine was feeling dark and in the mood for extreme punishment. For Kurt it would be both punishment and reward.

He pulled Kurt's head back and smiled at the lust he saw in his eyes. "You're such a bondage whore, beautiful. My beautiful, sexy bondage whore. Open your mouth." Kurt obeyed, sucking hard and smooth to show his appreciation for finally being allowed time in the cage. He had been waiting so long. As he sucked, Blaine held up a specially designed cockring. When Kurt realized which one, he started trembling. Blaine smiled as he saw realization flash in Kurt's eyes.

"Oh yes, beautiful. It's been a while. Apparently, too long."

Kurt sucked harder, urged on by what he knew was coming. Blaine pulled out and came all over Kurt's face. He slipped a black hood over Kurt's head. It had holes for his mouth and nose, but nothing else. Blaine grinned evilly.

"A moisturizing mask."

He left the hood up just enough to leave Kurt's lips free so he could kiss him. Soft, wet kisses, his tongue sliding gently in and out of Kurt's mouth as Kurt moaned and pressed his mouth harder into Blaine's. He allowed the intoxication of Blaine's kisses to flood his mind. He needed to be intoxicated for what Blaine was about to do to him. The intoxication and enslavement made it possible for him to revel in the painful pleasure he was about to endure. Blaine continued kissing him as his fingers found their way to Kurt's nipples. He brushed over them with his thumbs, feeling them harden under his touch. Kurt groaned as Blaine kept his thumb on one nipple and wrapped his other hand around Kurt's cock, stroking gently. Kurt's moans grew louder. Blaine pulled his mouth from Kurt's and whispered in his ear.

"Are you ready, beautiful?"

"Y-yes master."

"Are you sure? I'm willing to deny you this torture."

"No. Please. Do it. Please. I want it. I need it."

"As you wish, beautiful."

Blaine kissed him for a few minutes more. Kurt felt desperate and drunk with anticipation. Blaine pulled the hood down completely and then fell to his knees, sucking Kurt rough and hard, bringing him to the very edge before sliding on the special cockring. He led Kurt over to his large desk, bent him over, and fucked into him rough and hard. He was so turned on that his orgasm came fast and powerfully. Kurt almost passed out as Blaine shoved a large, vibrating butt plug into his ass. The plug had a long, thin piece of leather on the end. Blaine brought it between Kurt's legs and wrapped it firmly around his balls and his cock. Kurt almost fell from sexual dizziness. Blaine held him up and led him to the cage.

The moment his bare feet touched the bottom of the cage, Kurt's mind shifted into a new space. His enslavement was at its highest ever. Waves of erotic submission spread throughout his entire body. He was a slave. Nothing more, nothing less. His only desire was to sexually please his master and to endure. Endure the painful sexual pleasure that was to come. He craved his punishment. Needed it more than air. He couldn't wait.

As Kurt shifted into total sexual submission, a hot, fierce tide of dark dominance and control roared through Blaine's body and mind. This was what scared him. He felt like he lost all logic and reason in this state. Kurt's total submission fed the sexual darkness. It was a struggle for Blaine not to lose himself completely to the sexual force raging within him.

There was a small metal circle on top of the hood Kurt was wearing. Blaine hooked the circle to a hook at the top of the cage, forcing Kurt to stand straight. He took his time locking Kurt into the iron ankle shackles on the bottom of the cage before chaining his wrists to the bars. Kurt's body was stretched into a tight X. Lastly Blaine ran four tight chains from Kurt's collar to the bars of the cage, one on either side of his neck and one on the front and the back. Kurt was completely bound and barely able to move.

Blaine turned on the vibration of the butt plug, setting it at 12. Kurt screeched as the strong pulses traveled through his ass and tickled his prostrate. Blaine gently kissed and massaged Kurt's nipples with his thumb. His voice was sexy, but loud so Kurt could hear through the hood.

"Same time?" Kurt shook his head.

"One at a time?" Kurt nodded.

Blaine smiled. Kurt knew Blaine loved doing it one at time. Twice the intense rush.

Blaine connected a chain to a small hook on Kurt's cockring, running it to the cage bars. He then connected two chains to that one. Kurt let forth a deep, guttural scream as Blaine attached a tight clamp to his nipple. First one and after a minute, the other. Kurt cried out from the harsh pleasure. He felt like sparks were flying throughout his body and exploding in his cock. Blaine watched him for a few minutes before running the tight chain from each clamp to the bar of the cage, connecting it to the chain that was attached to the cockring.

In the middle of each chain running from the nipple clamps to the bars, he hung a small weight, one in the shape of a B and one in the shape of a K.

He closed the cage door and locked it.

Kurt screamed.

And screamed.

And wailed.

And cried.

And screamed some more.

Blaine's eyes were their deepest black and had a possessed look to them. He couldn't take his eyes off of Kurt. He was so hard it was painful, but he didn't want relief. He wanted to suffer with his slave.

Kurt couldn't move but his body was shaking. The shaking pulled the clamps on his nipples and made the weights swing, increasing the intense torture. Blaine changed the butt plug vibration to 15 and watched Kurt disintegrate. He was screaming and trying to pull against the chains, making his painful pleasure worse. His cock was throbbing and bobbing achingly as a sheen of sweat covered his body.

Blaine stroked himself gently as he listened to Kurt's screams and incoherent cries. He alternated between begging for mercy and thanking Blaine for punishing him.

Blaine left him like this for 20 minutes before unlocking the door and running his fingers lightly up and down Kurt's cock. Kurt screamed from the soft, erotic touch. Blaine slid the cockring off and watched the cum flow.

Kurt passed out three times, but every time he woke to find himself still trapped, he cried and thanked his master.

After one hour Blaine removed the nipple clamps and lowered the vibration to 10. Kurt was drunk from over arousal, and exhausted from the almost constant orgasms racing through him.

Blaine was exhausted as well. Orgasms kept sneaking up on him as he stared at Kurt's chained, sweat and cum covered body. Blaine removed the hood and turned off the vibration. He unlocked the chains running from Kurt's collar and released his wrists, but he kept him locked in the ankle shackles and the plug in his ass. Kurt collapsed to the floor.

Blaine stood there for a few minutes, staring at him. Kurt was sexually wrecked, his body trembling from the intense experience.

Dark, evil, thoughts raced through Blaine's mind.

He walked to the linen closet and grabbed two blankets and a wash cloth which he ran under warm water in the bathroom.

He unlocked the cage and washed Kurt's face. He placed a blanket over him.

And locked the door.

He settled himself on the couch in the corner of the office, threw a blanket over himself and fell asleep.

x-x-x

Kurt opened his eyes and blinked. His body felt like he'd had a 10-hour massage. His muscles felt so relaxed he wasn't sure he could move. He slowly rolled to his back. The various hooks and o-rings in the ceiling of the cage began to come into focus.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Oh.

He was still in the cage.

He stretched upwards and realized his ankles were still chained to the floor. He looked around the room. Blaine was sitting at his desk reading a law journal.

"Master?"

Blaine looked up and smiled. "Good morning, beautiful."

He was showered and fully dressed in khaki pants and a blue button down shirt. Where was he going?

"Are you leaving?"

Blaine stood up and walked over to the cage. Kurt was kneeling, his hands gripping the bars, ankles chained to the floor. Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep, deep breath. Control yourself, Blaine.

Why should you control yourself? Don't control yourself. Control him. This cage is a great idea.

Blaine opened his eyes and looked into Kurt's.

"What would you think if I said I wanted to keep you locked in here?"

Kurt didn't even flinch.

"Do you want to keep me locked in here?"

Blaine ran his eyes over Kurt's body. His always perfectly styled hair was stuck to his head in places. His eyes looked bluer than usual. Wet and shinning. His thighs were covered in dried cum. Of course he wanted to keep him in there.

"Yes."

Kurt slowly sat back and spread his legs as wide as the ankle shackles would allow.

"How will you fuck me if I'm locked in a cage? Your dick is too big to slip between the bars."

Blaine growled quietly.

Kurt slowly licked his lips. "And how will I make you breakfast?"

Blaine's eyes focused on Kurt's mouth.

Kurt moved forward and slowly slid his body up the bars, switching his hips seductively until he was standing.

"And who will you chain to your bed at night?"

Blaine felt slightly dizzy.

Kurt stared into his eyes.

"I. Love. You."

Love.

Blaine unlocked the cage and released Kurt from the ankle shackles. He helped him step out and off the platform. Kurt smiled at him.

Blaine stared into his eyes. "I really wanted to keep you in there."

Kurt smiled sexily and walked towards the door. He turned around as Blaine pushed the button to slide the platform back into the closet.

"I'm not sure I really wanted you to let me out."

On Monday at Noon, Kurt and Lake went out for a long lunch. The plan was to talk business and then go shopping for birthday gifts for Warren and Tyler's twins, Morgan, a boy and Madison, a girl, who were turning 6 years old.

Kurt loved buying matching his and her outfits for the twins, while Blaine loved buying toys. Every year the twins looked forward to the huge box that would arrive on their doorstep in time for their birthday. Warren always chastised Kurt and Blaine for spoiling them, while Tyler thanked them for the cool toys the three of them could play with.

Kurt and Blaine spent many hours discussing children. Kurt wasn't sure it was something he wanted, and Blaine didn't want to pass on the darkness. If they had a child they would have to use Kurt's sperm. Kurt was surprised.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. The darkness is a strange gift. I love it, but...it can be hard. You know that. After everything we've gone through...I don't want to pass this on to our grandchild."

"There's no guarantee that our grandchild would be a boy."

"I don't want to take the chance. What if we don't live long enough? Our grandchild would be wandering around with no one to help him figure anything out. That's not fair. If we're going to do this it has to be your sperm."

In the end they decided against it. Kurt just didn't think having children was right for them. How would they explain their relationship to a child? First they would have to explain why he or she had two dads, then the entire master/slave dynamic along with the darkness. In Kurt's mind it was too much. Besides, he loved their life together. They had a full, busy, happy life. They were free to do anything and everything they wanted, whenever they wanted. Things were wonderful the way they were.

So instead they spoiled their friends children. When it came time for Marta's oldest daughter to think about college, they insisted on paying. She was a straight A student, but hadn't received enough scholarship money to go where she really wanted which was Cornell. They happily paid the bill.

Samantha had two children. A daughter, Kaitlin, and a son, Ryan Jr. who went by RJ. No one could explain it, but from the moment Blaine held Kaitlin a bond was created. Kaitlin adored her Uncle Blaine and he adored her right back. Whenever Samantha stopped by the firm, RJ would play in his grandfather's office while Kaitlin wandered off to find Blaine. No matter what he was in the middle of, he would drop everything and pull her into his arms. She would sit on his lap and they would go to nick junior dot com to play preschool games. Once she grew older, Blaine and Kurt would take her to the zoo, museums and shows. RJ was always invited, but preferred to stay with his dad. For them, Kaitlin was the daughter they would never have and she was more than enough.

Mike gently encouraged them to reconsider their decision. Blaine couldn't help but smile. Mike loved his grandchildren, but he still had a lingering desire for a dark grandson. Blaine never bothered to explain about the darkness skipping a generation.

Whenever they went to visit Warren and Tyler, Kurt always left more convinced than ever that their decision not to have children was the right one.

W&T&W&T

Warren and Tyler had built a beautiful life together. Warren was vice president of an architectural and design firm, while Tyler continued to teach. Warren remained madly in love with his beautiful partner who could be playing with toy cars one minute, and then pushing him up against the wall in a hot, passionate kiss the next, whispering dirty things in his ear and begging for sex. Warren was sure he was the happiest man alive.

They were shopping one Saturday when a young girl stopped Tyler to say hello. Sheila McAdams had been one of his students. She was now 16, pregnant and terrified. Her mother was not speaking to her, angry that she was pregnant and furious that it was by a white boy. The boy's parents made it clear they wanted nothing to do with Sheila or their mixed-race grandchild. They considered the entire situation an embarrassing mess that needed to be dealt with quickly, especially since the mother was Black. They strongly suggested she end the pregnancy, but Sheila refused. The boy was immediately shipped off to Michigan to live with his aunt leaving Sheila alone and surrounded by people who were all angry with her. She didn't want to end the pregnancy, but she also didn't want to keep the baby.

Warren and Tyler discussed and agonized for days. Should they offer to adopt the baby? Was it appropriate? Would she care that a gay couple would raise her child? Would the father sign the papers?

In the end they decided to try. The worst that could happen was Sheila saying no, but Sheila was thrilled. She didn't want to keep the baby, but she wanted to know that he/she would be loved and cared for. The parents of the father weren't thrilled that it was two gay men, but at least the baby wouldn't become their problem.

And then Sheila called to say the doctor discovered another heartbeat. She was carrying twins. Warren and Tyler didn't hesitate. Of course they wanted both children.

They bought a large, older home in a D.C. suburb with a huge sprawling yard that was constantly littered with toys. Their house was in a constant state of chaos and clutter with Tyler ruling as the child prince and Warren as the adult king.

"Doesn't it get on your nerves?" asked Kurt as he watched Warren make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in a kitchen that looked like a tornado had gone through it.

"Honestly? Some days are harder than others, but I wouldn't trade my life for anything. I love our children and Tyler...I love Tyler so much...I cry sometimes when I think about it."

Kurt smiled. "I know what you mean."

As the years passed, Kurt and Blaine enjoyed the semi-celebrity life. In the legal world, Blaine was regarded as one of the nation's foremost experts on mergers and acquisitions, while Kurt was regarded as one of the top five fashion designers in the world. Blaine published articles and opinion pieces in law journals, while Kurt was often profiled in fashion magazines. Kurt found being a designer was the perfect type of celebrity. People recognized his name, but they often didn't recognize him. He could still walk the streets of New York and everywhere else in relative obscurity. They managed their professional personas carefully because scrutiny into their lives was the last thing they wanted. Blaine was often approached by members of both political parties about making a run for office. He was successful, talented, attractive and wealthy enough to finance his own campaign. Blaine politely declined. Kurt was approached about participating in one of the many reality fashion shows on television. Kurt snobbishly declined. He loved watching the shows, but he found the idea of being on one as tacky and potentially hurtful to his brand.

Kurt was amazed at how much money he made. He was proud of his work and pleased that others were willing to pay for his designs, but he still found the amount of zeros in his bank account a bit shocking. Kurt Hummel was rich. Especially since he never had to spend his own money. Blaine still insisted on paying for everything, despite Kurt's income. One Saturday Kurt tried to convince Blaine to let him take over a few of their bills. Blaine wasn't having it.

"We don't need your money, Kurt. I am more than capable of taking care of all our needs."

"I know you don't need it, but it's ridiculous that you still pay for everything. It's not like when we were in high school or college and I didn't have much money. We can share the expenses."

Blaine's eyes darkened and his body tensed slightly. "You are my slave. I am your master. I am supposed to take care of you."

"I'm also your husband. This is our household. I'd like to contribute."

"You do contribute. Your very presence...your enslavement to me...that's all you're supposed to do, Kurt. Just serve your master. You're not even supposed to have a job. Your job is to serve me."

The tone of Blaine's voice made Kurt slowly sink to his knees. Blaine fell to his knees as well and pushed his forehead against Kurt's.

"I love you. I will always, always provide for you and give you everything you want and everything you need. You will never want for anything. All you have to do is serve me."

"Yes master."

But there was one thing Kurt had always wanted, always longed for that was impossible for Blaine to give him.

And then they found it one Saturday at the art museum.

It was a beautiful, warm sunny day. The kind of day that made Kurt fall in love with New York all over again. He woke up to Blaine softly kissing his back and caressing his ass. They made love. Sweet, gentle, slow love that made Kurt's toes curl and his insides quiver. Afterward they lay in bed, spooning and talking about everything and nothing. Finally they showered and Kurt made a full breakfast of french toast, bacon and sausage. After breakfast he called to check in on his dad and Carol. Several years earlier, Kurt moved them to a luxurious retirement village in Florida. His father had fussed and complained about how fancy and expensive it was, but they had settled in nicely. They liked the other retirees and there was plenty for them to do. Kurt tried to visit at least a few times a year because he knew his father wouldn't be around much longer. He tried not to think about that.

Elaine and Joel had moved to Atlanta years ago when Joel took a job at a CPA firm. Elaine was surprised to find that she loved the South and was content to spend the rest of her days there. She and Joel traveled quite a bit, but she always called Blaine every Thursday afternoon from wherever they were that week. Blaine always hung up happy. His mother was living a good life and having a great time. Just like him. It felt good to know that both he and his mother had escaped the pain inflicted by his father.

Well, almost.

Every once in awhile Blaine would see a father and his young son and think back to when he was little and his father adored him. Played with him. Taught him how to hold a tennis racquet. Read him books, tousled his curls and told him how much he loved him. Blaine would look at the father and son and in his mind, wish the kid good luck if he grew up to be gay. Hopefully your father won't hate you.

Kurt and Blaine decided to spend the day at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Stein Collect was a featured exhibit and Kurt wanted to see it.

"Why is it called, the Stein Collect? Why not the Stein Collection?"

"I don't know, but I think the Stein Collect sounds classier. Maybe I'll try that. The Collect by Kurt Hummel. The Kurt Hummel Collect."

Blaine smiled and watched Kurt pull one of his summer kilt ensembles from the closet. Blaine loved these outfits, so Kurt had designed several in different colors and styles.

"Wanna make out at the museum?"

Kurt gave him a look. "Oh, lovely. That's not tacky at all."

"It wouldn't be tacky. It would be sexy."

"And get us kicked out."

"Then we could come home and finish what we started."

Kurt shook his head and sighed. Blaine smiled at him. "It's not my fault your body is a gorgeous piece of artwork. Property of the Anderson Museum."

x-x-x

The moment they entered the museum, the darkness began moving slowly through Blaine. It was quiet, but growing warm. Blaine ignored it and tried to concentrate on Kurt's chatter about the collection. The museum was quite busy. Once they made their way through the collection, they wandered around viewing the other exhibits. When they entered a corner room of sculpture, the darkness started flowing faster and growing warmer.

Another who possesses the darkness is close by.

Blaine instinctively tightened his hold around Kurt's waist.

"What's wrong?"

Before Blaine could answer, they saw them.

The man was quite handsome. He was the same height as Blaine with black hair and deep, amazing blue eyes. The woman was very pretty with long, jet black hair and black eyes. Here skin was an incredible, deep, smooth brown. Kurt figured she must be Indian.

The four stared at each other. Blaine watched as the man's blue eyes turned black at the same time as his. The woman turned towards him talking quietly, but excitedly.

Kurt couldn't take his eyes off the woman. His heart filled with hope.

Are they...is he?

Yes.

Do you think that's his slave?

I don't know. Probably.

Blaine could feel Kurt's growing excitement.

Don't get your hopes up, Kurt. This might not go well.

Why not?

Have you forgotten? I don't have a good track record with other masters. They all try to kill me.

That was different. These people don't know us.

And we don't know them. We need to be careful.

Blaine looked cautiously at the man. He was staring at Blaine with a similar look of apprehension. The woman looked at Kurt and smiled. Kurt smiled back. His heart was jumping in his chest. The couple slowly walked towards them.

"Hi."

"Hello."

"I'm Brian Vandivier. This is my wife, Ami."

"Blaine Anderson. My husband, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt and Ami stared at each other, grinning while their masters checked each other out. Blaine wondered how powerful Brian was. He sensed a type of vibration coming from him.

Kurt's eyes fell upon Ami's bracelets, one on each wrist. They were made of a thick, beautiful silver and looked more like shackles than bracelets.

"Your bracelets are beautiful."

"Thank you. Your necklace is gorgeous."

"Thank you. Are your bracelets engraved?" Kurt was sure he spotted the letters a-v-e.

Ami blushed a little and looked at Brian. Brian looked at Blaine and then at the collar around Kurt's neck. He slowly nodded his permission. Ami held out her wrists. One said, Property of Vandivier. The other said Slave.

Kurt could barely contain his excitement. Finally. Another slave. Someone like him. A friend.

Ami was equally excited. She turned to Brian. "Master, I'm hungry." Her eyes pleaded with him. He gave her a small smile. He knew what she wanted. He turned to Blaine.

"Perhaps you and your husband would consider joining us for lunch?"

Blaine frowned. He wasn't sure about this. They seemed non-threatening, but he'd never met a master who didn't turn into his enemy. The darkness was warmer than usual, and definitely on guard, but it wasn't alarmed. Kurt was begging.

Please Blaine? Please? It's just lunch. We'll be in a public place.

Like a coffee shop?

That was different! Please? Please master? I've always wanted to meet another slave.

Blaine looked Brian up and down. How strong was he? What were his powers? He looked at Kurt whose eyes were swimming with desperate excitement. Damn it. He could never deny Kurt.

"All right."

Ami and Kurt both squealed in delight and grinned at each other. Blaine and Brian looked at the two of them and then at each other. Their slaves were falling for each other.

The four walked along with Ami and Kurt next to each other. They were asking each other the basics. Where are you from and what do you do? Brian was originally from Iowa, Ami from Florida. They met in college. They were both 30. Brian was a business consultant. Ami stayed home. She almost tripped when she realized who Kurt was. "I have several of your dresses! Your clothes are amazing!" Kurt beamed. Brian and Blaine were silent, listening to their slaves and sneaking glances at each other.

When they entered the restaurant Ami turned to Brian. "Please master, can Kurt and I sit at our own table?"

Brian looked at Blaine to see how he felt about this. Blaine spoke mentally to Kurt.

Why the hell does she want a separate table? Are you two teenagers on a date and this guy and I are the chaperones?

We just want to be able to talk about...slave things.

Kurt, I know you're excited, but be careful. We don't know anything about them. You can't run off at the mouth about our relationship.

I'm not stupid, Blaine!

I know, but you have a lot of pent up...conversation. Just be careful until we know more about them.

Blaine nodded at Brian. Brian asked the hostess for two tables. As they sat down, it struck Blaine that he would have to make conversation with Brian. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but he was feeling very wary. After the Harringtons, he'd hoped to die without ever meeting a master again.

Blaine stared at the menu and immediately decided on the steak sandwich. Brian ordered a pasta dish. Once the waitress left the two men looked over at their slaves. They were sitting across from one another, their heads bowed close together as they spoke quietly, almost conspiratorially.

Brian turned to Blaine. "I guess we'll have to plan a few play dates."

Blaine remained silent, his expression blank.

Brian sat back and surveyed him. "I'm gonna go out on a limb here. I probably shouldn't, but...I'm just as excited to meet you as Ami is to meet Kurt. I didn't think there was anyone else in the world like me."

"You never met your grandfather?"

Brian shook his head. "No. I've never met any of my family. My biological family that is. I'm adopted."

Blaine was intrigued. "Really?"

"Yeah. My dad's a construction project manager. He and my mom were living in New Orleans for a few years for a major project. Apparently some young girl showed up at their church one day and pushed me into the arms of the priest. I was four months old and she had just found out that my father's family had what they call, evil blood. Her family was very superstitious. Her grandmother warned her to get rid of me, so...she did." Brian looked down at the table for a minute before continuing.

"The priest didn't want to turn me over to the authorities. He didn't want the girl to get in trouble and he was worried that the evil blood story would follow me and I'd end up in foster care forever. My parents had been thinking about adopting a child and had asked him to pray for them as they started the process. He called them and asked if they wanted me. They were from Iowa. They didn't believe all the voodoo, superstitious stuff, so they said yes."

Their food arrived. They ate in silence as Blaine thought about Brian's story. Evil blood. He glanced over at Kurt who was munching on a salad and laughing with Ami. Kurt's blood was pure. Or at least it was. Now it was probably tainted because of him. Blaine felt his familiar dread about ruining Kurt. Dark extinguishes light.

"Why did you ask me about my grandfather?"

"Huh? What?"

"You asked me if I had ever met my grandfather. Why?"

Blaine explained how the darkness was passed on through the males of a family, but skipped a generation.

"Wow. So if Ami and I have children, my son won't inherit this, but my grandson will?"

"Assuming it's a boy, yes."

Brian sat thinking. "So your grandfather helped you understand everything?"

"Not exactly. He died before I was born. His best friend explained things to me."

"You were lucky. I didn't have anyone to explain anything. When I was sixteen and things started happening inside me, I hid it from my parents. They had just told me three years earlier that I was adopted. I felt grateful to them and I didn't want to scare them. But one day...I did something strange and...I had to tell them what was going on."

"What did you do?"

Brian looked uncomfortable. "Well...you know those vampire movies...how the vampires can move super fast...I can do that."

Blaine arched his eyebrows. "You have super-human speed?"

Brian looked embarrassed. "Yeah. I'm really fast. Like, incredibly fast. Even carrying Ami on my back doesn't slow me down. One day my dad and I were playing basketball in our driveway. The ball started rolling towards the street and a car was coming. I didn't realize I was moving that fast until I was back with the ball before the car had even passed our house. My dad was staring at me with his mouth open. I told him about the changes in me. The feelings of power, the energy, the speed." He glanced over at Ami. "My need for..." He trailed off. "I didn't tell him about that. My mom told me about my mother and the evil blood thing. They both looked so scared and worried that I never said anything else and they never asked."

Brian toyed with the straw in his drink. He looked sad. Blaine wasn't sure what to say. He never felt sad about the darkness. He loved it.

"Don't you like being dark?"

Brian sighed and looked guilty as his eyes darkened. "Honestly? I freaking love it, but..."

"What?"

"I can't help but think that...if I wasn't like this...maybe my biological mother would have kept me. Don't get me wrong. I love my parents. They're good people and I love them. They gave me a great life. I just wonder sometimes."

Blaine thought about his own father versus Mike. "If your biological mother was that willing to give you up, I think you're better off. You have parents who love you and were good to you. Imagine what your life might have been like if you had to grow up around people who had already decided something was wrong with you because of your father's family. Your life probably would have been hell."

Brian nodded. "I know. I just wonder sometimes. Who is my father? Is my grandfather still around? It would have been nice to have someone to talk to. Especially about Ami."

"What about her?"

Brian's eyes darkened and Blaine could sense an increase in the energy vibrating inside Brian. The darkness swirled within Blaine.

"Well...you're gay, right?"

"Obviously."

"And Kurt is your slave?"

"Yes."

"Well, I don't know if it's the same for gays or not, but when it was time...when I...when I made Ami mine...it was..."

Brian looked at the table.

"It was what?"

Brian looked embarrassed and a little frightened. "I'll shut up now. I've already said too much."

"All masters need a slave, Brian. There's nothing wrong with you enslaving her. As long as you were honest with her and you love her and take care of her and don't abuse her." Blaine looked over at Ami and Kurt. "She looks happy. You have nothing to feel...bad about."

Brian's voice was a whisper. "But when I...when I enslaved her...it...it was brutal. I screwed her like a madman. I was so driven. I had to have her. I had to claim her and...I...I felt like I was...like I was raping her. I knew I wasn't. It was totally consensual and by that time she knew I wasn't...normal. But...it was like the darkness inside me took over and...I was out of control, but I was in control, you know? I had to have her. I had to enslave her. I had to."

"Of course you had to. A master must have a slave to survive."

"But why does it happen that way?"

"Because the darkness lives in the darker side of our nature right next to sex."

Brian stared at Blaine. He could feel Blaine's power. His strength.

"How old are you?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"I dunno. 28?"

Blaine laughed. "I'm closer to 40 than 30."

Brian's eyes grew wide. "No way!"

Blaine smiled. "It's a side effect of the darkness. You age very, very slowly."

Brian smiled. "Cool."

They glanced over at Kurt and Ami. They were still talking non-stop. Brian looked at Blaine, his eyes back to their deep blue color.

"I don't think we're going to be able to get them out of here."

"Kurt's wanted to meet a slave for a long time."

"Ami always wanted me to meet another master. She always believed there were others out there like me. Others I could learn from." Brian gazed into Blaine's eyes for a moment and then quickly looked away.

Blaine was silent. He wasn't sure how he felt about being friends with another master. He looked back at Kurt and Ami. They were holding hands and Kurt was speaking to her intently. Ami was listening carefully and nodding.

Blaine realized he wasn't going to have a choice.

X-x-x

Kurt was in heaven.

Another slave.

Someone like him.

A friend.

Ami had been just as desperate to find another slave, but mainly because she wanted Brian to have someone.

"I've always told him there had to be others out there like him. Like us. We couldn't be the only ones."

"You're not. There are others, but...you have to be careful. Some are dangerous and mean."

Ami smiled. "You sound like Brian. He didn't think there were others, but he figured if there were, they might be evil. You and Blaine don't seem evil."

Kurt's mind flashed to Jace and Jason. He shook the images from his head. "No, we're not evil, but he's right. You have to be careful."

"You've met others?"

"Yes, and they were horrible. Horrible and mean and dangerous." Kurt looked down at the table. Ami decided to drop it.

"So, you've been together since high school? That's a long time."

Kurt smiled. "Yeah. I've been in love with Blaine since I was 17."

"Has it ever been hard?"

Kurt thought for a moment before answering. "We've definitely gone through tough times, but I don't think it's just because of the darkness. All couples go through rough periods. Life adjustments. Ours are just trickier to navigate because of the nature of our relationship. It took some time, but we eventually found our rhythm. Our balance. I think all couples have to do that."

Ami nodded, but Kurt noticed a little sadness in her eyes.

"Are you and Brian struggling?"

Ami glanced over at Brian and then back at Kurt. "Not exactly. It's just...how did you get Blaine to let you work?"

Kurt started laughing. "I'm sorry, it's just...oh, Ami. You have no idea."

"I take it, it wasn't easy?"

"Yes and no. Blaine always knew I wanted to work and he agreed, but adjusting to it was hard. Really hard." Kurt looked over at Blaine. "Despite all the time that's passed, I know he still wishes I were at home. A househusband. He always wanted a househusband."

Ami nodded. "With Brian it's not up for discussion. I have to stay home. I actually don't mind. I don't wanna work once we have children, but until then...I was pre-med. I was going to be a doctor. I'd kinda like to do something in medicine. I know being a doctor is out of the question, but I could at least work in a doctor's office or something."

Kurt felt sad for Ami. He looked over at Blaine. Blaine met his gaze and smiled at him. Kurt felt grateful. No, it hadn't been easy, but in the end Blaine had allowed him to fulfill his dream. Had even helped to make it all happen. Blaine was a wonderful, loving master. Kurt was lucky.

Long after the masters had argued over who was going to pay the bill (Blaine won), and their original waitress had left, the four finally left the restaurant. They exchanged numbers and agreed to meet for dinner in a few weeks. Kurt and Ami hugged each other as if they weren't going to see each other for a year. As they headed home, Kurt talked nonstop about Ami and Brian. Blaine smiled at the joy in Kurt's voice. Kurt finally had the one thing Blaine had been unable to give him.

As they soaked in the tub that night, Blaine trailed his fingers up and down Kurt's back. They were facing each other with Kurt sitting in Blaine's lap, his legs wrapped around Blaine's waist.

"Are you happy, beautiful? Are you totally and completely happy?"

"Yes. I've always been happy with you."

"But now, do you have everything you want?"

"Blaine, I've always had everything I wanted. All I've ever wanted was you."

"And a design house."

Kurt giggled. "Yes. And a design house. But more than that, all I really wanted was you."

"To be my slave?"

"To be your slave."

"I love you, Kurt."

"I love you, Blaine."

"Forever?"

"Forever."